My mom called me to check on my progress with this nasty cold. Through a raspy voice I told her how hard I was taking the announcement of Favre's retirement. So hard, in fact, that it even surprised me. After all no one died. This is just football we are talking about. Mom laughed and suggested that perhaps my reaction to the news is more about this crazy funk-like depression I've been in the past few weeks, and not really about the announcement.
I agreed that, yes, that did make sense. I have been a bit depressed lately. And, as we all know, a box of Girl Scout Cookies will only get you so far. There is only so much freezing cold weather, never-ending snowstorms, gray-gloomey days, and family illnesses one can take.
So I said, "I suppose you're right. I have been feeling a bit depressed lately. Every time it snows I feel like chucking myself out of a window."
Without missing a beat Tommy says, "How 'bout dat window, mom?"